The Road Home
Snow-covered pine trees
Line the frozen pathway home,
But we turn away.
The world is a lake of ice,
And we know we have a warm house
Waiting for us to return,
But we keep walking away
Not knowing the road before us,
But we will forever walk forward
Never turning to the road we once knew.
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